After school let out, the two left for their homes, and Mew stopped at the local convenience store for a reward to himself, for another job-well-done at school. He walked down the aisles, looking for his favorite banana-flavored juice box, when he saw his own mom in the next aisle over. Before thinking, he happily shouted, "Mommy!" and floated over to her side. Mew's mom hugged him close to her and said, "Hi, Moo, what're you doing here?" Mew looked up at her and replied, "I wanted a drink! Can you get it for me please?" His mom agreed and the two ventured through the store to find more things.
"So, Moo, how was your day? Anything interesting happen? Oh, what about your dream?" Mew's mom asked him as they flew back to their home with the groceries. Mew thought silently, I can't tell her I kissed another guy, that'll be way too embarrassing! His mom turned to him and said, "Well?" Mew smiled up at her and said, "Nothing happened, I guess it was just a normal dream that I thought told my future, but I guess I was wrong. Oh, well..." His mom gave him a reproachful look, but continued on without any more thought.
Mewtwo took a different route that day. Rather than straight home, he took a sharp left and flew over the hills separating the neighborhoods and the town, towards the center of the town, in the scenic Melnought region, where, tucked innocently between a small tarot shop and a furniture store, lay a local dance club. The owner knew Mewtwo well, for 1) Mewtwo was the only of his kind, 2) he made the most fantastic light shows by using his psychic to spin the lights faster and faster...and, 3) Mewtwo knew his father, grandfather, grandfather's father, and so on. Mewtwo landed lightly in front of the double doors and walked gracefully inside, ignoring the Tyrannotaur bouncer outside, who let him in for free.
The Numel that served out the drinks looked up and waved, shouting over the loud pulsing music, "Yo, Mewtwo! How ya doin'?!" Mewtwo smiled and nodded, floating towards the bartender and seating himself at one of the spare stools. He projected his voice into Numel's head (it was far more convenient than shouting), and asked politely, Yo, where's the owner? He busy, or can I talk to him? I need to use the back room. Numel, used to his voice throwing, responded coolly, "No prob, he's in the back. But I don't know if you should bother him, he's in the middle of one of his 'private sessions', catch my drift?" Mewtwo nodded and projected, No problem. I think he'll let me in. After all, I HAVE been this club's most frequent customer for over two-hundred and fifty years... At that, he got up, and walked smoothly to the small "Do Not Enter" door in the back of the club.
Mewtwo knocked twice and heard in his head, Who might it be?! Mewtwo answered, One who makes the dullest stars glimmer at night. He heard a muffled, "Oh shit!" and a scrambling sound accom-
panied by rustling fabric. Once again, the voice rang, Just a sec! and he heard someone take the back door out of his room. The door clicked and a warm voice sang, Come in, Sugar... Mewtwo pushed the door open and was greeted by a young Espion, splayed provocatively, clad in only a thong, across his round bed. He smiled and said sweetly, "Hey, you need a room to change?" Mewtwo climbed over the slim frame and licked his cheek, whispering back, "If you don't mind, I do need your facilities. Oh, and I disabled the CAMERA in there, so no show for you this time..." Espion huffed and pouted, "How'd you know? I worked so hard to keep it concealed..." Mewtwo grasped Espion's jaw and answered roughly, "I could hear the lense turning as it zoomed in on me, Dumbass!" His expression softened and he kissed Espion's pouting lips apologetically and floated over and off his bed. He turned and said, "I'll be out in about five. THEN you can watch me perform, and trust me, that's WAY more euphoric than some stupid changing room video."
After Mewtwo changed into his black and neon rave gear, he collected the strobe lights and turned them on, then walked out to the floor, where he would be performing. The presence of him in the eye-catching, flashy, neon-striped clothing with ten lights (in sets of two purple, two red, two blue, two green, and two orange) slowly orbiting spherically around him, caused all the heads in the club to turn to the center stage, which slowly rose from the surrounding area, guaranteeing sight from all views. The fellow ravers all stopped dancing for a moment to watch his dramatic entrance. As soon as Mewtwo was sure that he had everyone's attention, he nodded to the DJ, a Whismur, who spoke into the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the most fantastic thing you've never seen, the Psychic Phantom, Mewtwo, and his light show performance! Watch closely, now and you might just keep up, unless you suffer from a seizure first!" He paused to let the laughter ripple by, then continued, "Seriously, it actually happened once. Ready, Phantom?" Mewtwo nodded, and Whismur slipped on his headphones and started the music.
The song began with a light repetitive fluxuating buzz, not like an alarm clock, more like a Yanma buzzing its wings (which was how the song was recorded, the pitch had only been digitally altered), with a soft steady beat slowly and quietly welling up in the distance. Mewtwo only began to move his body, for the black light was focused on his clothing for the time being, so he slowly yet rythematically moved his hips and shoulders to the oncoming beat. Soon the beat elevated to a floor-vibrating volume, and even some rock Pokemon used their power to shake the floor in time with the beat, so the club rocked and creaked, threatening to collapse again like the other fifty-four times it had to be rebuilt.
Mewtwo got caught up in the beat and heavenly tune that was so unique, and as the beat got progressively faster and a sweet violin sound replaced the buzzing, Mewtwo began to move faster, pausing only for a millisecond so he could freeze in different positions, each one miraculously timed perfectly between each other. The beat slowly faded away, which left only the violin playing its mesmerizing sound. Mewtwo stopped jerking and slowly blended into liquid dancing, where his fluid movements were smooth enough to make a water Pokemon jealous. His feet ghosted across the floor as high strings accompanied the violin, and his arms suggested the flow of a stream as they too became like liquid. The strobe lights psychically turned silver as they floated around him like bubbles. Mewtwo heard the song slowly diminish and fade, and all the lights in the club were switched off. Mewtwo smiled. NOW the performance had begun.
Instantly, the beat exploded back to life, and the orbs, back to their original color, spun insanely fast around his body as he slowly floated into the air. The sight was mesmerizing, the colors blending into one, reflecting off of the colored bands on his clothes, illuminating his abstract outfit. The spinning orbs took different shapes as the music's harmony shifted, from a sphere to an atom to circling around his arms as he outstretched them. The crowd cheered insanely and joined in the music with him, many of the other psychic, dark, and ghost Pokemon trying to imitate his moves. They weren't as good, but soon the whole pitch-black room was filled with flashing lights and dancing Pokemon.
The whole routine lasted nearly an hour until Mewtwo gently landed, physically and mentally exhausted. He floated over the ever-present crowd and landed in front of the back door and knocked loudly. Espion answered and let him in. Mewtwo, saying nothing, let the orbs drop on the shelf they were originally placed on, and left for the dressing room in the back. After changing back into his street clothes, he gave Espion a thankful kiss and headed out of the room. He spent a few more minutes intermingled within the crowd, dancing to the music, then, finally content that he had unwound from his previous experiences that day, left the club to return to his home.
Mew sat at the dinner table, eating the delicious Feebas fillet that his mother prepared earlier, thinking about the poor ugly fish before it was killed for dinner. Mew just shrugged inwardly and decided that it's just the way of life and to accept it. He then smiled when the door opened and his father came in from his work. He worked as a personal psychic and therapist for troubled Pokemon. Mew flew out of his chair and pelted towards his father, shouting happily, "Daddy! You're home!" Mew's dad opened his arms just in time to catch the little psychic cat in a hug as Mew snuggled against him and smiled. Mew's dad smiled back and asked happily, "So, Moo, how was your day?" Mew blushed slightly and replied coolly, "Eh, pretty much the same as always..." Mew's dad looked at him disapprovingly and responded seriously, "Now, Mew, no day is the same as last. They're all different, and you should enjoy them all!" Mew floated back to the table and sat back down. He knew he couldn't keep his secret from his parents much longer, and he would feel so much better if he just let it all out. Still, he thought, I'd better wait a while until the right time. There's nothing much they could do for now, anyways. Mew talked with his parents about their day and such. After he finished his dinner and helped his mother with the dishes, he then headed to bed and fell into an uneasy sleep.